is one of those days.
one of the days where I know it would be easier to die than to continue fighting this losing battle.
one of the days where I know I wasn't meant to be alive this long.
one of the days where I crave contact, but know I don't deserve anyone's time.
today, I'd like to stop existing.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
is one of those days.
one of the days where I know it would be easier to die than to continue fighting this losing battle.
one of the days where I know I wasn't meant to be alive this long.
one of the days where I crave contact, but know I don't deserve anyone's time.
today, I'd like to stop existing.
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